Weiran picked up the phone and played a familiar number and a long signal tone. . . . . .
"Hello"
"It's snowing at home"
The sound of turning pages came from the receiver.
"Are you busy? Sorry to disturb you."
Lingfeng was about to explain when a busy signal came from the receiver. . . . . .
Life is like a round dance, no matter how you spin, you will always meet.
After repeated reunions, no one would think that the next time would be farewell.